Dear Architecture Competition Submission, 2015
http://blankspaceproject.com/dear-architecture-2015/
Dear Architecture,
It has been a long thirty years
since I last visually perceived you.
have lost my eyesight. It has been
difficult for me to get in front of the computer and keyboarding with my haptic
keyboard. I don’t want to read anymore, see or write or even dream of. I am
stored in my own body, with all my passion inside; I am in my endless prison
and atmosphere. My own sight was my space as I thought in my dream. I dreamed
of you as big and endless space that I can shape. Now, free from my shell, I am
stored in my own body, my own capable world of endless possibilities. I am surrounded by my own architecture and my
own kinesphere.
Dear architecture, time has
stopped for me. I don’t rush anymore, I don’t feel any excitement when I contact
sharp metal smelly facades, nor the shiny glossy skin that triggers that
industrial taste you sound. Nor, do I feel any feeling when I feel that you
distract people with your body language. I once dreamed of you as a tectonic space,
a purely aesthetics content whether for an individual or a community, and as an
empty space that I can shape in my mind. Once you were imageless and shapeless
for me.
Sometimes hiding in my small room,
a bright light fills my whole space. I think I like the feeling of excitement
of existence, rather than having to perceive the way you force me to live. The
only thing I dream is my own space, of regression and the warm space I used to
live once upon a time. Now, I hear sounds of crowds, of warmth of the sun and
the wind, the dust of the concrete, the warmth of the stone and the smell of
the wood. Now, triggering my haptic senses, your skin forms a purely visible, but
barely perceivable restriction in my soul.
You do not surprise me anymore. I
know you from my own body, because my own body has been my only architecture
since the last thirty years. The oblique shell when I lay down, the kinesphere that
forms when spinning my children, the shelter when I shrink. The time passes
quickly between your sides of the skin. However is the opposite my endless
skin. I have always been away from restrictions. I have pure freedom now in my
body, in my imageless corporeality. My
skin is now my inhabitable space.
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